Young Hokus - Devil In a Hundreds Shirt [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I speak hard like I got a finger on the Caps Lock
And another finger on the trigger, let the caps pop
Double E's like I'm cumming, I let the raps drop
You other rappers are straight faggets, Camp Rock
I cannot be tamed, mic in hand and I can't stop
Old School, New School, Horrorcore but I lack pop
I'm the hippest around, Hip Hop, and I max hop
Money all around me, I won't let the stacks drop
In fact, nah, Latin Hustle lets the gats talk
Your boy Young motherfucking Hokus bout to blast off
I got that money, I got that power, electric cheese
I swear I'll never let my rap game or my raps freeze
Your bitch's tits are saggier than Lil' Wayne's pants
I be listening to "French!" but I ain't from France
I swear ima blast you salami slapping ass bitches
I swear ima fuck you salami licking ass bitches
You other rappers talk depressingly like a bitch that
Talks about her problems like I actually give a crap
As matter of fact, I would actually give that bitch a crab
If she only made her story just a little more interesting
Add an extra extraterrestrial or a professing depressed king
I ain't even give a fuck no more, fuck the world
About to pull an Ace, but I'm about to fuck this girl
Leave her in a twist, leave her in a fucking twirl
Leave her lonely on the street, without a pearl
Next to a "stuck in the 80's" faggot with a Jheri Curl
I need more like I'm dedicating "Marvin's Room" to my exes
And dedicating "Show Me a Good Time" to my next bitch
Ignorance is bliss, and I am the shit
Can memorize a dictionary within a minute
If you try to diss, I will turn you into shit
Can kill kilos of green within a minute
I'm in it, and damn, I still ain't finished
I eat up you sweet hoes like your ass is a danish
And I go through you blunt girls like a pothead
And I've fought for girls I barely even started
To like, fucked up faggots I barely even knew at all
I ain't Drake but tonight, ima do it all
I ain't scared of no fucking crew at all
Ima fuck up this, take it over before I fall
I gotta do it fast too, no time to stall
I fucking hate basketball, but I surely ball
Shirley Temple ass bitches all over my balls
You niggas hating on me like ima dropped call
But see, the thing is that ima never drop the ball
These short pussy bitch ass rappers got me tall
I got all this money, my destination is the mall
After that, ima have to make a call
To the homie down at Maintain, then we tag on the walls
I won't do shit for love, so fuck Jamal
Young Hokus till I drop dead or instead
Till the feds, find out ive been abusing meds
Damn, how the fuck did I end up right here?!
Looking at myself in a bright mirror
And I dont really know what the fuck to do
Neither to say, neither where to move